Thursday, November 7, 2013

Excerpts (Naughty and Nice) for Falling for Him Blog Tour 11/11-11/20


Teaser #1:

Amy knocked on the door before entering and saw him at his computer.  He looked up, and guilt shadowed his features before he clicked his mouse, probably minimizing a screen and turned to her.
"Hey, what's up?"  He asked.
Amy walked over to him, holding out his drink.  "Nothing, I just brought you a drink.  Here."
"Thanks."  He took the offered drink and sipped it, gratefully.  Amy tentatively sat on the recliner facing his computer desk in the corner.
"What are you doing?"  Amy was trying to be conversational, but her tone of voice came off as more whiney than anything, and it disgusted her.
"Nothing.  Just surfing the web.  I don't have time for any of that stuff at work," he said flatly.
Trying to engage Bryan in conversation, she teased, "Any spicy pictures?"
Anger flashed in his eyes, and she immediately regretted her question.  "No.  I'm not looking at porn, Amy."
"I was joking, Bryan. Relax."  She took a sip of her whiskey and set her glass down before walking over behind the stool Bryan was sitting on and rubbing his shoulders.  "You just seem tense lately, that's all.  I was trying to loosen you up."  She stood close to him, as she rubbed his back, running her nails up and down it, before sending her hands back up to his neck to rub there.  She grazed his back with her hips, in an attempt to entice him a little.
"Yeah, work's been rough.  Deadlines and new clients."  He took another sip of his drink and said, "I'm going to join a gym and work out on my lunch break.  That might help some of the stress."
Jealousy and disappointment flashed through Amy, but she snuffed it out, forcing the tendrils of negative emotion down deep in her psyche.  She had suggested that they join a gym several years ago, in an effort to find something for them to do together.  Apparently, he didn’t remember that.  Forcing the hurt from her voice, she said, "That sounds like a good plan."  She rubbed his shoulders for a little while longer, but Bryan seemed to just get tenser.  So she stopped, feeling stupid.
"Well, I'll let you get back to surfing."  She left to go finish the dishes, wondering what exactly he was looking at online.  If not porn, then what?  She wouldn't really care if he was looking at porn, she'd been known to do it a time or two, herself.  She was glad that he was doing something about his stress level, even if it did mean that he wouldn't be coming home for lunch any more, but she couldn't help but feel like he was trying to spend less time with her.  And it hurt.


Teaser #2  Rated R: 
She stood before him and dropped her robe, revealing the breasts that had nursed both of their children and hips that had bore them.  Her stomach was a little poochie, and everything was stretched, but it was her body, and damned if he was going to make her feel ashamed of it.
He stood, his gaze traveling up her body, from her toes to her face, and he cocked an eyebrow at her.
"What do you want me to do?"
She almost gave up then.  But she couldn't.  Taking a shaky breath, she said, "I want you to fuck me, Bryan."
In less than two strides, he was on her, pushing her back roughly, until the back of her legs hit the desk.
"You want me to fuck you, Amy?"
The look in his eyes was wild, intense, and scary.  It was like he was at a precipice, and she had just told him to jump.  She bit her lip, and nodded, unable to tear her gaze away from his face. 
Bryan closed his eyes and breathed in a harsh ragged sounding breath.  Then, without opening his eyes, he reached for her, grabbing her ass while his mouth suckled her neck.  He lifted her on top of the desk and slipped his fingers into the waistband of her panties.  With a growl, he ripped them off and shoved her legs open.  His mouth was on her breast now, biting and sucking.
Amy didn't know what to do.  This was what she'd asked for, but it wasn't like anything she'd ever experienced with Bryan before.  It was like he was a different person.
Or she was.
Realization dawned, and Amy tried in vain to push him back.
"Bryan, wait…Stop."
Instead of stopping, Bryan pushed his cock inside her folds roughly, filling her with a groan.  He pumped in and out of her faster and harder than he'd ever done.  In spite of herself, Amy started to feel a pressure build inside.  A warm ripple that threatened to turn into a crashing wave.  Bryan still hadn't opened his eyes, and she just knew that he wasn't fucking her.
He was fucking somebody else.
She was breathless now, almost on the edge.  "Bryan."
His voice was harsh.  "Scream for me, baby."
"What?"  Oh god, she was almost there.  Bryan's mouth captured her breast again, and he bit down.  Hard.
Amid a terrifying mixture of pain and pleasure, Amy hit the edge and screamed, as the raw release shuddered through her.  He kept pumping furiously, harder and harder, until he came and fell on top of Amy.
Never once did he open his eyes.
When she had caught her breath, Amy said, "Who is she?"
Bryan lifted his head and looked at her.  "Who?"
"Who were you thinking about just then?"
"What?  Nobody."  Amy had known Bryan her entire life, and the guilt in his eyes was clear as glass.
He ducked down and reached for his pants to pull them up, before turning to lower himself back in his recliner.
She watched him, skin glowing with the after-effect of sex, his hair in need of a trim.  His workouts had been working.  Whoever he was trying to impress would be pleased.

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